Fern Seguin passed away on May 24, 2018 at the Kamsack Hospital at the age of 78 years.
A Memorial Service was held on Monday May 28, 2018 starting at 11:00 am from St. Stephen’s Roman Catholic Church in Kamsack, SK.
Internment of cremated remains will be held at a later date.
Fern was the beloved husband of Donna Séguin (nee Hunter) for nearly 53 years. He was the cherished father of Nicolette (Scott Eden) and the proud and doting grandfather of two grandsons, Dylan and Owen, who loved there Papa.
Fernand was born on October 22, 1939 to parents Aldége and Alda Séguin - (nee Rozon). He was predeceased by a younger brother Andre Séguin and an older sister, Lorraine Wathier. He is survived by many cousins, nieces and nephews in Ontario, Quebec and a niece in British Columbia.
Fernand was born and raised in Hawkesbury, Ontario. He worked for National Grocers in Ottawa and was sent to Prescott, Ontario to manage a big grocery store. This started him on his path to own and operate his own business in the Seaway Valley. Fern was very good at anything he tried and was very well - liked by many customers and friends in the area. He had an inquiring mind and was good at mechanics, repairs, eg: house, refrigeration, electrical and even dabbled in farming. Fern was honest, hard-working, very patient, generous, respectful of others, and was always willing to help others. His church was important to him and he attended Mass regularly. Fern was liked and respected by those who knew him. Although he was a quiet, serious man, Fern also loved to laugh and had a fun- loving nature. Family was very important to Fern and he was very protective over those he loved.
Fern retired to Saskatchewan in 2005 to be closer to his daughter who resides in Calgary. Fern was a very special man and is loved deeply by his wife and family. He will be missed but we know we will all meet again.
Bon Voyage, my love-where you go, we will one day follow. God keep us all in his love.
Life is eternal, and love is immortal, and death is only a horizon, and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight. Rossiter Worthington Raymond 1840-1918